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It was no use resisting, no use denying what was happening. The pleasure was crowding out the pain that had been in Victoria’s violated sex, and now it was expanding well beyond what she’d felt before. Her ass squirmed sensually as her pleasure heightened. Victoria tried to lie still, telling herself he might lose interest if she didn’t respond to him, but that option soon became a physical impossibility. Her treacherous body undulated up to him.

“Feeling good now, isn’t it?” Peter taunted her.

Victoria gritted her teeth, shaking her head, even though she knew he could tell she was lying. Not only was he fucking her, but he was making her enjoy it. Victoria wasn’t so much keeping it from him as trying to deny it herself. She felt so cheap, so dirty, that she could die. Die or come.

Peter let out a shrill laugh and kept right on fucking her. She gazed up at him with glassy eyes.

“Yeah,” he grinned, “you know you’ve got a prick in you now, huh?”

Victoria nodded dumbly. The room was spinning around her, leaving Peter the only solid ground. Her desire was taking over her body while her numbed mind was unable to command it. She couldn’t stop her hips from rising up to Peter.

“Your cunt’s nice and juicy for me,” Peter said. “That’s right, give it to me. Go on. Don’t even make me take it. Yeah, yeah! Now tell me you don’t like it.”

All Victoria could do was hiss at him as she gave into her overwhelming urges. “You’re a bastard! You dirty son of a bitch!”

“You’re the one fucking me,” Peter laughed. “Yeah, I’m getting to you, so you might as well admit it. You don’t have to say anything—maybe just bark like a bitch in heat.”

Victoria sobbed—her legs were coiling around his hips, pulling him closer, getting more of him inside her. “It’s not my fault! I can’t help it! I can’t, I can’t—you’re making me do it!”

“That’s right,” Peter chortled. “Making you come. And aren’t you grateful?”

“Yes, yes,” Victoria sobbed louder, shedding bitter tears as she wrapped her feet behind his shins, using his legs for leverage to fuck him harder. “I do like it! I like you fucking me! Ooooh… I want you to fuck me harder!”

Victoria responded to Peter like she’d never responded to any of the women she’d dated. They had always been gentle, loving her, respecting her, the sex as sweet and tender as they were.

Peter was a brute, and he treated her like a slut, ramming his huge erection into her with no regard for the flesh he was so cruelly stretching. Her girlfriends always tried to please her, but Peter only cared about pleasing himself, and that very coarseness turned Victoria on, brought out her dormant submissiveness. And that hidden part of her was enjoying itself for the first time in her life.

“Hhhng!” Victoria moaned, matching Peter’s cock stroke for stroke. “I love it! I love your fat cock! Mmmm! I love being fucked! I love how you fuck me! Ohhh!”

She nuzzled her face into the sweat glistening on his neck, kissing his damp skin passionately. When he released her hands, Victoria didn’t even try to defend herself. She threw her arms around Peter and held him against her, not taking any chances that he would take his pistoning cock away from her.

“Guess I was right about you all along, huh?” Peter rasped, Victoria’s lips smacking all over his jawline as he playfully twisted his head to avoid letting her kiss him on the lips.

Victoria wanted to tell him that he was wrong, that she was a lesbian, but she couldn’t convince him if she couldn’t convince herself. She didn’t know what she was anymore. She only knew how good his cock felt inside her. Let him think whatever he wanted. As long as his long shaft kept fucking her so good.

“Hn! Hh! Hnnn!” Victoria nearly chanted, bursting with each rutting pump he made into her. The springs underneath them were squeaking and popping.

“Give it to me, Vicky! Give me that hot ass!”

His sheer vulgarity egged on her, rubbing her nose in the wrongness of what was happening until she found herself liking it. This wasn’t who she was, wasn’t Victoria Hand. It was raw, primitive, happening to some wild animal inside of her, their sweat-soaked bodies coming together with wet smacks. Victoria had never been so hot before in all her life. If Peter told her that all her friends and family were watching, seeing her enjoy this, she wouldn’t have stopped. She wouldn’t have even slowed down.

“You’re a nice, tight little fuckhole,” Peter said amusedly. “That’s all you are. Just a cock-crazy hole that needs to be filled!”

“Fuck me, you goddamn studhorse!” she panted, wrapping herself around him, raking his back with her fingernails. “Just shut your mouth and—fuck me! I want it! Ohhh, God, it’s so good, so damn good—you fucking brute—bastard man—give it to me! Fuck me to death if you have to, but don’t stop! Oh fuck, fuck—yes, I’m your goddamn hole!”

Victoria thought she would lose her mind as she enjoyed this hell more and more, but she didn’t care about that either. She’d never had such a long, rough, pleasurable fuck as this. She didn’t know a cock could stay hard this long. She didn’t know she could take such punishment.

“Hurry! Hurry!” she howled, giving her greedy cunt to his cock harder and harder, tugging at his ass so he could fuck her even deeper. Not that she knew he could go deeper. With the way his cockhead was paining her as it stabbed into her depths, he might’ve reached her cervix. He might get her pregnant when he finally came inside her. “I think I’m… I think I’m gonna come! I want to! I fucking want to! Make me come, make me come right now, hnnn! Yes! YES!”

Peter was as close as she was, his balls throbbing with the need to release their latest coals. He drove himself into Victoria harder, rougher, and she writhed in ecstasy despite the pain. Nothing could break the pleasure she was taking in being fucked. This was the best sex of her life. She was going to come, really come, for a real man. For a few frantic seconds, they pitched toward orgasm, the couch squawking in protest as they fucked madly on top of it.

Victoria lost the rhythm first, interrupted by an orgasm like an explosion going off. Her body went rigid, and Peter simply shoved her back down to the couch and kept stuffing himself inside her. Victoria whimpered as she shook all over, the beginnings of her orgasm pulling deliciously at her cunt, tightening it, feasting on the massive impalement Peter had given her.

“HHAAAH!” she cried, throwing back her head and holding onto Peter tightly as she came like she’d never come before, a tidal wave of pleasure washing over her, stripping her bare, leaving her only satisfaction. Peter was in her up to his engorged balls, her passage clenching snugly around his prick, rippling around with every moment Victoria spent in orgasm.

“Yeah,” Peter rasped, no longer bothering to fuck Victoria, but letting her climax get him off. The pleasure of her orgasmic cunt was something he could bathe in, the contractions of her inner muscles clutching at his shaft, milking the cum out of his trembling balls. He closed his eyes in rapture. Grunted: “Unh! Nn! HUNN!”

With every jangling nerve from her clit to her womb, Victoria felt his manhood twitch and shoot its load inside of her. She felt his cum spilling inside her, spreading out from the depths of her cunt to spilling out her splayed labia. Victoria lost herself in the sheer carnality of the moment—she’d never felt a man’s seed inside her before, had no idea there would be this much, that she would be so full.

“You’re coming!” she bleated in surprise. “I can feel you… coming… oohhh… God, Gawd… come, shoot it out, baby, come! It’s so deep and hot and… and sweet… sweet…”

They both shuddered ecstatically, Peter emptying himself, Victoria being filled. He grunted, groaned, and she sobbed brokenly as she took more and more, the procession dragging her climax out with aftershocks until it felt like it would never end. 

Her mind blanked as his cum ran from her cunt and soaked her thighs. She felt dirty. Degraded. She loved it. But as the heat of that crazed passion she’d felt died down, she could not reconcile her contentment with a return to sanity. She found herself in a state of mild shock, her mind in a fog, her body powerless. It made no sense. She liked being dirty. She liked being degraded. She liked being anything so long as he made her come like that.

Peter pulled out of her. Walking to her head, he held his cock above her and groaned as he forced out one last trickle of cum. It landed in her dark hair, making a white streak to match the red one. Victoria didn’t even appear to notice, lying there senseless—but her nostrils flared.

A moment later, she licked her lips.

Peter smiled to himself as he walked away. If he ever needed a booty call on a short notice, he was pretty sure Victoria Hand was now bisexual.